"Caused by just jumping?" Grim stared at the ten-foot-wide crater in front of Lyra in disbelief. "And did you just say she wields divine magic?" He shook his head again.
"Aye, I felt it, just a small portion, but I am sure I felt it, Ikaris is blessed by the gods themselves, she truly is the hero of legend!"
"Hero of legend?" Bruce Chaolong approached them after he and his trainer Kris Ravenmar showed up when they saw Ikaris suddenly take to the sky like a vertical plane.
"Ah, that's right, us boys and girls do not mix much so we never mentioned it, but haven't you noticed?" Usami also came walking over along with lord Morn.
"Noticed what?" Han approached.
"There is a mural in our bathroom ceiling that they say is a prophecy, and in the middle of that massive painting is none other than Ikaris herself-"
"There's no way," Han shook his head with a scoff. "That stuck-up woman could never be any kind of hero of legend."
"What more proof do you need before you are convinced?" Lyra stood with the help of the general and brushed herself off. "She is leagues ahead of the rest of you, both in magical aptitude and combat prowess, rather than teach her anything it would be more accurate to say she is familiar with a lot of the magical concepts, she has a firm grasp of it all, our lessons revolve around focusing on growing her levels and theorising new magic, I have heard things from that woman's mouth concerning magic that I myself have never dreamed of even once, she is a genius!"
"You're just filling her with praise..." Han scoffed again, but received a smack from Lord Morn on his arm from the hilt of a sword.
"I have seen and observed many times, rather than learning from Lady Lyra, it would be more accurate to say they are discovering new things together, in comparison to her, you lot have a long way to go, you should use her progress as motivation, otherwise the first coming battle will be a treacherous endeavour that will no doubt claim your lives," Morn acknowledged Ikaris's prowess as well.
"Where did she go then?" Kris looked at Lyra.
"I believe she is going after Lady Arla,"
"Is that idiot still messing around with the imposter?" Idria rubbed her forehead. "Even if she is merely at level 30, Ikaris was clear about where we stand with that man, I would hate to be on her bad side with the strength she has displayed thus far," She admitted, and everyone seemed to agree right away.
"Is it that bad?" Bruce asked.
Meanwhile, Sol was just taking his seat with Atla in an open-air restaurant while Sara spoke to the staff when they heard a loud 'boom' in the sky.
"Oh dear," Sara held on to the waiter she was conversing with and pulled him around a corner just in time to witness the entire restaurant get blown to bits when Ikaris landed between Sol and Arla.
Had it not been for the half-elf utilizing her magic and minimizing the effect of her entrance there may have even been casualties with the force she landed with.
"Ikaris," Sol smiled at her prompt arrival. "You gained another level so early in the morning?" He asked nonchalantly while debris of tables and chairs fell around them.
"Master, why must you torment me with this wench?" Ikaris grabbed Sol's arm and pulled him out of his seat, and then turned to Arla who was seated with a smile. "And you, how many times have I-"
"Oh lighten up Ikaris, I was simply taking him out to eat," Arla smiled, whispering in arcane and casting a spell which fixed the entire restaurant in one fell swoop, making everything seem brand new.
"That's Lady Arla right, the captain of the Mage Corps in the Demon subjugation army?" one bystander asked another.
"And isn't that woman the Hero Ikaris?" Another asked loudly, causing a crowd to rapidly start forming around them.
"Ah, maybe we should change venues," Atla suggested but watched surprised as Sol took a seat again and Ikaris took his lap as her seat, turning her torso to him and hugging his head while her white wings slowly faded into particles of light.
"It seems she will refuse you to the end," Sol smiled with half a smile from between Ikaris's breasts. "There's not much I can do about it when she is like this, and you seem to trigger her a lot,"
"Stay away from my master you lecherous wench!" Ikaris snapped at Arla who reclined with an amused and teasing smile.
"Master?"
"Did you hear that, the hero calls him master, so the rumours must be true, just look how she holds him and boldly sits in his lap in public!"
"Did the imposter already defile our holy hero?"
"That shameless man, he should be executed right away!"
"For fuck's sake," Sol sighed as the murmurs slowly increased in volume. "Do these people have nothing better to do?"
"Sir, Lady Ikaris, please listen, it is best we leave now before a protest starts!" Sara came running over and resting her hand on Sol's shoulder.
"Why can she touch him and I cannot?" Arla frowned.
"The maid has long been exposed to my master's impressive manhood many times, simply touching his shoulder is less than a minor offence," Ikaris held on to Sol tighter as she made mention of Sol's habit of wandering around and the maids having to force him into the bath after everyone else.
"Oho~?" Arla questioned fascinated.
"I-Impressive what?" Sara stood at attention.
"He has even defiled the beautiful maids of the castle, this vile bastard deserves hell!" One man exclaimed and Sol started laughing as he witnessed yet another misunderstanding.
[The goddess of war laughs at your misfortune]
"Ikaris, Sara, let's just leave,"
"Where to, master?" Arla asked instead of the other two, and Sol smiled fondly at her teasing tone and then gave her a small gesture of thanks.
"I appreciate your efforts lady Arla, but I am afraid I am already spoken for, if you insist on coming after me so boldly then you might become Ikaris's enemy, so just let me warn you,"
His tone went dark, and the very air around them became cold, Arla sucked in a breath of shock and froze in her seat when her senses were stripped from the physical world and brought to another reality where all she could see was Ikaris and Sol, she became the first person to witness their true strength, and she was shocked into belief when she saw Sol as large as a galaxy standing at the peak of the cosmos, like a god, and behind him was something even more frightening. Ikaris was holding Sol in one palm, and the cosmos themselves seemed to bend to her will, and yet there was a small chain which he held, and that chain was wrapped around her arm.
"She is..." Arla's lips trembled, and she lost her sense of reasoning and was swept up in that large vast darkness. "Inconceivable!"
"Ikaris is incomparably stronger than I am,"
"If you make her your enemy, nothing, not even the gods themselves can save your soul."